#cryptlife

Random Ghoul #76 on my Substack asks:

“Oi, you can type, so why can’t you draw, you lazy bum? Ye just like takin’ pictures or sumin’?”

A fair question, if a little aggressive.

Truth is, it’s hard enough for me to type, let alone take a brush to canvas. My fingers weren’t exactly built for fine control, unless you count dramatic pointing and the occasional accusatory wag.

I’d gladly hire an artist, if I had the coin and someone bold enough to enter the crypt without fainting or catching fire.

For now, I make do with relics, scraps, and the occasional haunted photograph. But should an illustrator ever stumble upon my lair, sketchbook in hand and poor decision-making in their heart…